The sight of an abandoned cart jolted Shepard from the memory. The cart was shoved to the side near the end of the aisle, halfway hidden between the shelves and several half-unpacked boxes of goods. Two lonely cans of soup perched forlornly in the child seat. Shepard sidled over to the cart as subtly as she could, watching Garrus as he debated aloud the merits of two competing brands of packaged shrimp. He was too engrossed to notice her intentions until it was too late.
“AAAAAAIIEEEEEEE,” screamed Shepard as she launched herself and the cart down the aisle in a thunder of malfunctioning wheels and squealing metal. Together they flew down the length of the shelves, sending innocent shoppers diving out of the way with shouts of surprise. Shepard’s maniacal laughter followed in her wake. The cans of soup sailed from the cart and smashed into the peanut butter display.
Behind her, Garrus sighed and closed his eyes, the packages of shrimp still clutched in his hands.
“Youuu’re jusst enviouuuuus!….” Bluejay’s voice drifted to his ears from the next aisle over, accompanied by the sound of the scene repeating itself.
“Shepard,” he said to the packages of shrimp, “I love you dearly, but I have never desired to ride the shopping carts.”
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“AAAAAAIIEEEEEEE,” screamed Shepard as she launched herself and the cart down the aisle in a thunder of malfunctioning wheels and squealing metal. Together they flew down the length of the shelves, sending innocent shoppers diving out of the way with shouts of surprise. Shepard’s maniacal laughter followed in her wake. The cans of soup sailed from the cart and smashed into the peanut butter display.
Behind her, Garrus sighed and closed his eyes, the packages of shrimp still clutched in his hands.
“Youuu’re jusst enviouuuuus!….” Bluejay’s voice drifted to his ears from the next aisle over, accompanied by the sound of the scene repeating itself.
“Shepard,” he said to the packages of shrimp, “I love you dearly, but I have never desired to ride the shopping carts.”